He says he’s lonely, horribly lonely because of this love he feels for her. She says she’s lonely too. She doesn’t say why.

We’re in the vanguard of a nameless battle, a battle without arms or bloodshed or glory: we’re in the vanguard of waiting.

In love there are no vacations. No such thing. Love has to be lived fully with its boredom and all that.

You alone became the outer surface of my life, the side I never see, and you will be that, the unknown part of me, until I die.

I've known you for years. Everyone says you were beautiful when you were young, but I want to tell you I think you're more beautiful now than then. Rather than your face as a young woman, I prefer your face as it is now. Ravaged.

I acquired that drinker's face before I drank. Drink only confirmed it. The space for it existed in me.

In a certain state of mind, all trace of feeling is banished. Whenever I remain silent in a certain way, I don't love you, have you noticed that?